Chapter 541： The Brain Hole of the Fuyue Patriarch

The country of fire.

Konoha.

The sun is setting.

After a day of training, Itachi hurried home tiredly. When passing by a rice ball shop, he suddenly thought of his brother at home.

Sasuke likes wooden fish rice balls.

Itachi turned and walked into the rice ball shop, bought two wooden fish rice balls, with a smile on his mouth.

During this period, the Anbu was faintly crowded out, the clansmen blocked the door and provoked, and coupled with the matter of stopping the water, all of this made Itachi's heart tired, and only Sasuke could rest his tired heart.

Back home, Itachi shouted ‘I’m back’, but Sasuke did not run out to welcome him as usual.

Itachi was a little strange. After changing his shoes, he went into the house to look for him. Finally, he found his younger brother sitting on the wooden promenade in the backyard, looking at the sunset with his cheeks in his hands.

"Sasuke." Itachi smiled and walked over.

"Brother?" Sasuke turned his head back abruptly, staring at Itachi with wide-eyed eyes, his eyes...somewhat strange.

"Why sit here in a daze."

Itachi picked up the wooden fish rice ball in his hand and smiled, "I bought this specially for you."

"Wooden fish rice ball!"

Sasuke hurried over to take the rice ball, but then showed a shy expression, lowered his head and asked, "Brother, is Anbe busy?"

"Fortunately, that's... sorry, I didn't accompany you this time." Itachi thought that Sasuke was angry, and apologized in a low voice.

"My brother ignored me in the morning?" Sasuke murmured.

"morning?"

Itachi looked at Sasuke's little head and was a little puzzled. When he went out in the morning, Sasuke was still asleep, and he didn't come back until now. So how could Sasuke see himself in the morning?

Slowly frowning, Itachi keenly noticed something was wrong, and hurriedly asked Sasuke what happened in the morning.

"Yes, that's..."

Sasuke recalled, "It didn't take long for my mother to go out to buy groceries, and my brother came back..."

"what?!"

Itachi's pupils shrank abruptly, and the pitch-black pupils instantly turned into scarlet three-gou jade writing round eyes!

"Brother..." Sasuke was a little scared of the pupil power exuding from the writing wheel.

"Sorry, Sasuke." Itachi closed his eyes hurriedly, but his hand clenched his fist tightly, showing the back of his hand.

At this time, Itachi remembered that he went to chase the water a few months ago, and finally fell into the illusion of water-stopping, and witnessed Sasuke's tragic death'with his own eyes'.

Just now, this picture appeared in Itachi's mind again!

My father goes to work, my mother goes to buy groceries, and he goes to Anbe. There is only six-year-old Sasuke at home.

If the person pretending to be me is malicious, Sasuke...

Itachi frightened.

After spending half the price, Itachi suppressed the fear and killing intent in his heart, opened his eyes again, and his pupils had returned to black: "Sasuke, continue talking."

"After my brother came back, he walked in without changing his shoes, as if looking for something, I chased to my father's study, and then I couldn't find my brother."

Sasuke said aggrievedly, "My brother ignores me."

Itachi smiled brightly: "Forgive me, Sasuke, there will be no next time."

Nodding Sasuke's forehead, Itachi turned and walked towards Uchiha Tomitake's study, with a solemn and cold expression on his face.

Sasuke took two bites of the wooden fish rice ball, and followed Itachi while chewing, talking about his own little things.

Itachi's left ear goes in and his right ear goes out. At this moment, he just wants to find the brave **** and make him pay!

When he arrived at the study, Itachi immediately checked the signs of the study.

Uchiha Tomitake’s study room has always been neat and tidy. Whether it is scrolls or books, it will be neatly placed and clean, but at this time those scrolls and books are obviously showing signs of being turned over!

The other side’s goal is these scrolls and books?

As Itachi pondered, Sasuke, who was following him, asked while eating, "Brother, what are you thinking?"

"Sasuke, go to the kitchen to see if Mom makes dinner." Itachi ordered without looking back.

"Oh."

Swallowing the last wooden fish rice ball in twos or twos, Sasuke stepped on the wooden floor and rushed towards the kitchen.

The study was finally quiet.

Itachi took a deep breath, walked up and looked at the contents of the scroll and the book, then sorted them out, and placed them in their original positions until the end...

Itachi frowned slightly, as if there was a scroll missing.

Usually he is sometimes called here to talk by Uchiha Tomitake, so he has a vague impression, but after all these scrolls and books belong to his father, so he can't be sure whether there are any shortages.

Wait until the father comes back.

"Itachi, what are you doing?"

A calm voice suddenly came from outside the study, and Itachi's subconscious muscles tightened and immediately relaxed.

"My Father."

Itachi turned around, and it was Uchiha Tomitake standing outside the study.

Seeing that Sasuke didn't follow, Itachi said about the morning, and finally asked, "My father, the man went into the study and looked through the scrolls and books. I suspect that his goal is here."

Uchiha Tomitake walked into the study and started to check in a calm manner. He quickly confirmed: "There is indeed a scroll missing. It records the Art of Song Hang and the Mirror World."

Both of these are illusion arts of writing round eyes, you need to open the three-gou jade writing round eyes to be qualified to perform, and it is extremely difficult to practice, even the police force does not have many people to master!

Uchiha Tomitake glanced at Itachi. A few months ago, Itachi's writing wheel suddenly evolved to three-god jade. At that time, Uchiha Tomitake was going to give him these two illusions, but because of Shishui defecting, the father and son had two The relationship was a bit estranged, so Uchiha Tomitake wanted to slow down, so he copied two illusions on the scroll, and during the intermittent period, he wrote a lot of his experience and experience on it, but he did not expect that he would be stolen in the end!

Itachi said: "My father, this is done by a member of the clan!"

Uchiha Tomitake frowned: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"My father, the art of Songhang and Jingtiandizhuan can only be performed in cooperation with the writing round eyes of my Uchiha clan. Others have no motivation!" Itachi said.

Uchiha Tomitake was silent, but what happened to his son during this period appeared in his mind. He couldn't help but ponder in his heart: "After Itachi joined Anbe, the people have been targeting him, and today's incident, perhaps those people are really disguised as Do it like Itachi, to disgust Itachi... No, if I discovered this first, then Sasuke is a witness against Itachi! Their real purpose is to provoke our father-son relationship! ’

The more Uchiha Fumitake thinks about it, the more ugly his face becomes.

"My father, what do you plan to do with this matter." Although Itachi was surprised that his father's expression changed, but he was more concerned about the safety of the family. This time he was only stealing things. What if he hurt Sasuke next time?

Uchiha Tomitake said condensedly: "I will let the police force investigate. No matter who it is, I must find out!"

...

The night gradually darkened.

Deep in the dead forest.

The old rule is that the cold wind releases five white eye shadow clones to patrol and monitor the surroundings, while the body singles out the remaining five white eye shadow clones.

Happiness!

Happiness!

After a fierce battle, the cold wind waved to stop.

While resting, Cold Wind took out a small scroll from his arms, which was the one stolen from Sasuke's house by the Shalun eye shadow clone Uchiha Osaku.

Of course, the cold wind at this time didn't know that his petty theft caused the infinite associations of the patriarch Fuyue. If he knew it... you must give patriarch Fuyue a compliment!

At this time, the night was dark, and the moonlight was also blocked by the lush foliage of the dense forest, leaving only spots of blurry light and shadow.

The cold wind made Ying Duchuang get some dry wood and made a small fire, and then looked at the content on the scroll by the light of the fire.

Illusion-The Art of Songhang.

Illusion-the mirror world turns.

There are only two scrolls on the scrolls, but there are a lot of words. Luo Li is silly, and they are all annotating the experience and experience of these two illusions. The cold wind looked disgusted, and then looked at these notes with delight.

The art of Songhang is to pull the opponent's spirit into the world of illusion that he has constructed, and then nail his limbs with a huge wedge. The opponent will not only completely lose control of the body, but also be accompanied by severe pain, which is the question of illusion. The second choice!

As for the mirror world turn, it is even more terrifying, you can directly bounce the illusion that the opponent has imposed on you to the opponent!

In theory, even the monthly reading of illusion can be rebounded by the mirror world. Of course, the theory has always been full, but the reality is always skinny.

After reading these, Cold Wind Shi Shiran threw a collection technique.

The green blob of light in his mind was boiling quickly, but it quickly subsided and the collection failed.

The cold wind is not angry, anyway, during this period, he randomly throws Asahi to the tribe to collect, not afraid of waste.

A collection technique was dropped again, and it still failed.

Last time, it failed.

Awesome!

The cold wind was so angry that it wanted to throw the scroll into the fire.

Fortunately, the five white eyeshadow clones knelt down in time and rolled their eyes to ask him to take his life back!

Pushing the scroll back into his arms, the cold wind almost rested, and immediately started five dozen one.

Soft Fist-Eight Diagrams-Sixty Four Palms! *5

Five white eyeshadow avatars unceremoniously waved their palms to the cold wind, ten fleshy palms overwhelmed the sky, overwhelming, and shamelessly slapped the cold wind's ass, face, and his big muscle tyrant!

The cold wind was frightened and angry. With the eyes of the writing wheel, the cold wind caught the trajectory of their wave palms in time. Using the neural reflex of the wave wind water gate, the cold wind’s body shape is like a small bee walking in the flowers, flexible, Enchanting dodge, one or two, just as he was about to dodge the palms of the third shadow clone The cold wind consciousness sank, and the memory and fatigue of the ten shadow clones suddenly poured into his mind. .

The cold wind stunned, and immediately overjoyed!

Before he went to the country of grass to find Xiangrong, he had separated ten shadow clones and formulated ten routes for the shadow clones to bury the Thunder God stone along the way.

More than a month has passed, and now, the shadow clones have finally completed their mission!

But the joy of the cold wind was beaten away abruptly before it was revealed from the corner of the mouth!

Happiness!

At this moment, the palms of the three white eyeshadow clones had fallen on the cold wind one after another, forming a Chopin's nocturne!

Even the two shadow clones who had escaped were unwilling to rush up to clap their hands, snapping endlessly, and took a good nocturne into four different images!

The cold wind was only distracted for a second, and it had already been slapped nearly a hundred palms by these five little beasts!

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